Quero Sambar Meu Bem [English translation]

I want to samba,

My dear

I want to samba

Too

I don't want to sell

Flowers

Or longing

Perfumed

I want to samba,

My dear

I want to samba

Too

But I don’t want

To walk on the blues

Cultivating tradition

Embalmed

My blood is made of

Gasoline

Running, I don't have

Grief

My chest is now made of

Fruit salts

Boiling in a cup

Of water